Life in Alaska – Two Year Reflections – No. 1
Yesterday, July 18th, was our second year anniversary of living in Homer, Alaska. I’ve shared some of our experiences in past blogs. But, since I’ve been on a minor hiatus of posting, I felt this would be a good way to return to consistent communication. Every now and then, I’ll share reflections written during our first few months acclimating to Homer. Join me in this journey down memory lane.
I’m sitting on the floor on top of our thin mats and sleeping bags in our new tiny bedroom. Although this apartment is much smaller than our Hopi home and requires storing more furniture than we originally planned, it has a charm both of us like. It does feel like home. I meditated a brief time this morning and quickly heard the sound of silence.
We do love Homer, people are friendly, the arts community is welcoming. Met the executive director of the Homer Arts Council yesterday at the Street Art Fair. She didn’t introduce herself as we talked, but told me to call her if I wanted to story tell and gave me her card. The Council has a new Artist Registry, she told us to sign up. The art work, knitting, jewelry, egg carvings, tie-dyes in the Street Art Fair booths were all well done and some quite exquisite.
Grocery shopping is a challenge. Food costs almost twice what we paid in Arizona, and the fruit not as good looking. But, I did get a bag of cherries, some juice, frozen vegies and fish.
Went by the Department of Motor Vehicles and found out I have to take a written test, so I’m reading the book. It’s really a good review, although a lot of drivers don’t follow the rules.
I’m so happy to be off the highways, the curves were killing me, particularly descending curves. The drive from Anchorage to Homer was interesting. It included a long 50 mile drive weaving around a body of water called Turnagain Arm, a narrow branch of Cook Inlet.
I do feel we are at home. Work may be a challenge, but I think it will be o.k., once our bodies get adjusted to this new climate and these daylight nights.
I’m grateful to be here.